this self mutilation is getting out of hand

every night i break down i know i cant stand

to stay here much longer, im am beaten and damned

to rot away slowly with nothing in hand


this uncontrollable harming only covers the pain

getting deeper and deeper day after day

and when the red stained razor paints lines to stay

i can no longer feel in this place that i lay


this subconcious torture takes over my head

telling me i wont matter till im finally dead

as the blood runs thinker, like others have said

my  desire for punnishment is greedily fed


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